Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song 1
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SONG.
Why should we with fancied cares,
Shade the sun-shine hope bestows;
When, alas! our being bears
But too many real woes?
Time is cheating, life is fleeting,
Why then half its bliss destroy!
Friendship blessing, hope caressing,
Let us quaff the cup of joy.